Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Our records state the Powells adopted him and named him Herbert.
-Pull your chair closer, my son. -What is it, Dad?
I want a horn here, here, and here. you can never find a horn when you're mad.
I'm happy to say that he only had a mild arrhythmia.
I know he could be anywhere! Narrow it down, please!
I remember you.
"Uncle Herb" sounds so formal. Do you think you could call me "Unky Herb"?
-Not a word. -No panto-ma-mine, either.
We left the baby at the Shelbyville orphanage, and I never saw him again.
Mild! There wasn't anything mild about it!
I feel the same about you.
There must be something we can do about that.
...because that means we're on the right track.
Put a horn here, here and here. I can't find it when I'm mad.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
-From the Shelbyville Orphanage? -How did you know?
Not that close!
I have no roots. All I know is that...
I want a gun here, here, and here
Hello. Well, you know what? I'm glad you're nervous...
Oh Brother, Where Art Thou
Understand? -Sort of.